An AU where young Keith, a Filipino-Korean, moves to the USA; on his first day at school, he refuses to talk, partly because he’s not exactly very sociable but mostly because he’s incredibly embarrassed about his English and lack of proficiency in it. O and shiro walks in
TRIPS OVER MY OWN FEET oh my god this was supposed to be black and white but then i wanted to paint but then gave up andCHRIST. my art style changes 600 times during this comic its dISGUSTIGN. THEN AGAIN it was rly rushed i just wanted to get this idea outta my head before school starts.
“He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him.
He thought, Howbeautiful.”
“Ty raised his head. Kit got a quick flash of the color of his eyes: true gray, that gray that was almost silver.”
“Ty smiled. It was a genuine, light-up-your-face-type smile, and it made Kit remember the first time he’d met Ty. Ty hadn’t been sitting on him then, but he had been holding a dagger to Kit’s throat. Kit had looked at him and forgotten the knife and thought, Beautiful.”
“Ty laughed. The salt air had tangled his arrow-straight black hair, and his eyes glowed like the moonlight on the water. Kit just stared, unable to think of anything else clever to say, as Ty gently placed the starfish back in its tide pool.”
“Ty climbed up onto the porch beside Kit and sat down. He smelled faintly of desert, sand and sage. Kit thought of the way he’d liked the sound of Ty’s voice: It was rare to hear someone get that kind of sincere pleasure out of simply sharing information.”
“Ty shook his head again. His black hair was sticking to his forehead. Kit frowned. He wanted to grab Ty and drag him out of the Market to somewhere it would be calm and quiet. He remembered Ty saying that he hated crowds, that the sheer noise and confusion was “like broken glass in my head.”
“Ty was leaning forward, his arms clasping his body tightly. Kit wanted to reach out, wanted to put his hands on Ty, wanted to tell him it would be all right, communicate it in a way that startled him.”
“He looked anxious, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. Kit wanted to go across the table and put his arms around Ty the way he had the night before, on the roof. He felt intensely protective of the other boy, in a way that was strange and unnerving. He’d cared about people before, mostly his father, but he’d never wanted to protect them. He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.”
“Ty smiled, and despite everything that was happening, it made Kit want to smile, too.”
“He knew he ought to feel exhausted, but there was something about Ty’s energy, the brightness and concentration of his focus, that worked on Kit like caffeine. It woke him up inside with a sense of promise, as if the moments in front of him suddenly held endless possibilities.”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
Aries Venus- You make me think of passion that lights up a room, and vibrant red roses that ignites life back in your eyes. You remind me of the people that are capable of chasing the person they love across the world, and the idea of love at first sight. The type of love that’ll make your heart race and will give you adventure when your life dulls down.
Taurus Venus- You make me think of candlelight dinners, and skin to skin contact seeping in to warm your soul. You remind me of the boys that’ll keep you safe in their arms, and the girls who surrender their hearts to you. The type of love that’ll take you for who you are and support you through it all.
Gemini Venus- You make me think of phone calls in the middle of the night, and tickle fights. You remind me of the person who’s mind is consumed by the person they love. The person who will talk about you to their friends, as if you light up their life. The type of love that’ll fill you with laughter and pure joy.
Cancer Venus-You make me think of cuddling for hours in bed, and a box full of love letters that warms one’s heart. You remind me of the person who’ll make their love breakfast in bed, and the person who can hold your hand in public and keep you safe. The type of love that’s capable of keeping promises to the very end.
Leo Venus- You make me think of the echo of an “I love you” at the top of a mountain, and admirable eyes proud to call you theirs. You remind me of the people who will shower you with affection, and the person who will be your knight in shining armor. The type of love that surrounds you like fireflies on a lonely night.
Virgo Venus- You make me think of a hidden book full of poetic love notes, yearning to be shared with one special person. You remind me of the person who falls in love with their best friend and is afraid to say anything, the person who is capable of giving you the world. The type of love that can support you when tears are going down your eyes and helplessness is creeping in.
Libra Venus- You make me think of love songs, and gestures of affection adding warmth to someone’s cheek. Your remind me of the person who’ll knock on your door and gift you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The type of love that gives you harmony in a cold, cold world.
Scorpio Venus- You make me think of hungry kisses and unmade bed sheets. Your remind me of the person who will want to know every part of you, and will still love you wholeheartedly. The love that moves like the currant of the waves, grabbing your attention and consumes you before it’s to late.
Sagittarius Venus- You make me think of sneaking out at night, and arms that’ll spin you around in front of everyone. You remind me of the person who will hold your hand and show you the world. The type of love that’ll give you an excitement, like dancing in the rain.
Capricorn Venus-You make me think of eye contact that seems to never end, having your breath taken away without a word being said. Your remind me of the person who will gift you security and will push you to your very best. The love that won’t give you what you want, but what you need.
Aquarius Venus- You make me think of neon lights that blinks on each time lips meet, and curiosity blinding your eye. You remind me of the person who won’t forget to be your best friend, and someone will push you to be yourself. The love that knows how to love you regardless of what the world may say.
Pisces Venus- You make me think of healing kisses in the rain, and the love that only exist in stories. You remind me of the person who will look at you with dreamy eyes, as if you became their heaven on earth. The type of love that can love you purely and wholeheartedly.
the 4th is where the soul is free and true, no limitations. how honest we can be and express ourselves depends on the strength of our inner world, our roots, the foundation from which we grow.
afflictions to 1st, 7th, and 10th must be resolved through the 4th. no tree can grow without taking care of its roots.
sun in the 4th lights up their heart, these types may be equally introverted and extroverted, and are brilliantly creative. they may be known for their sensitive nature, but also a deep desire for comfort- creature comforts are in abundance with these people (think: blankets, stuffed animals, food, collectables, etc). the sign the sun falls in shows how their inner sanctuary is expressed, and how they share this world with others.
moon in the 4th knows the importance of security, and builds walls to protect themselves with each bruise and gash. they have a rich imagination and may live in the past, or in a comforting haze of daydreams. these types know how to endure, and will hide away when life gets too hard, only to resurface once its cleared up. they are in tune to the highest degree with their true wants, needs and self. these types may or may not be introverts, but they certainly do require a large chunk of alone time on a regular basis.
mercury in the 4th can speak from the heart, and can put their emotions into logical thought. these types may ruminate on the past and are likely introverted. they may seem blunt or strange but their words reflect their true self, and might not always make sense logically. keeping a journal or taking up some creative form of communication is likely.
venus in the 4th seeks familiarity in their relationships, and often goes for those who remind them of an ideal, or stick with partners for a very long time. they long to dote on others, and to be cared for in a sweet romantic way. they need to be protected as difficult experiences in love could harden their heart easily. the arts are likely to be a strong interest.
mars in the 4th may be in conflict with themselves, and have a hostile or energetic inner self. inside is a passionate or angry soul, an assertive and emotional nature can be hidden inside, and only burst out under extreme pressure or in private. they can be hard on themselves, workaholics who are always pushing themselves. these types need a reliable stress outlet, as it seems they can only express difficult feelings in private.
jupiter in the 4th is their truest self, and is gifted with an infinite inner home, and outer home as well. these types can retreat inside and find wisdom in their intuition, meditation and divination come naturally to these types. their mind is always wandering, and there is an inner optimism that carries them through any difficulty. the inner sanctuary is vast and these types know themselves and the universe well.
saturn in the 4th may feel like they are never good enough, and are always pushing to change and better themselves. this could easily become repressive and miserable, but these types can also find inside them an inner drive to always be true to themselves- saturn does not tolerate anything but the truth, these people cannot hide from themselves. their failures can be what propels them towards 10th house success, or collapses them into self-induced despair.
Idk if you accept HC ideas but I love your writing sooo what do you think Yuuri and Victor are like when they win gold? Like would they be the crying type, the singing the anthem loudly type, the man of steel type....
I do accept HC ideas! I love them, so hit me up. I think both of them have had multiple reactions, especially because both have been competitive for so long. ANYWAY here have one particular occasion
Yuuri is definitely the crying type, and he knows it. That’s why when he watches Vitya cry, slow and proud, as he stands on the podium at his return to the ice, he finds himself surprised. Or, well, he should be. Viktor hasn’t cried, not in over ten years of medaling– just ascended the podium with a smile and diplomatic wave, Russian prince that he was.
But this free program was Viktor’s equivalent of Yuuri on Ice, so maybe Yuuri’s not surprised at all.
“I won,” Viktor seems to realize, when he approaches Yuuri, who’s managed to end up at the ice’s exit. “I skated, just me, and I won.” No story of playboys or Italian men, longing for a lover, little pieces of Viktor tailored to fit into beautiful, sad stories. Just an expression raw and bold: the story of Viktor Nikiforov.
Yuuri kisses him. “You were, how do I say it… amazing!”
Viktor makes a face. “Mocked! On this, the day of my return to the ice–”
“Shhhh,” Yuuri laughs, wrapping an arm around him and turning. There’s the press, attention-starved and failing to appear patient. “I’ve never seen you skate like that,” he says quietly. “It was breathtaking.”
“I’m a man in love,” is Viktor’s simple reply. Then there are press conferences to attend– even Yuuri has his shoulder caught by an astute reporter, who finds him in the crowd despite his glasses and sweater. Yuuri doesn’t know how they keep managing to recognize him– he looked far different, taking Gold at Worlds.
“You’re Katsuki Yuuri, yes?” Fiance of Viktor Nikiforov, yes. “Is it emotional, watching your fiance and coach skate for you?”
Yuuri shakes his head. “That skate wasn’t for me,” he says, and for once, he’s not being self-deprecating. It wasn’t for Yuuri, wasn’t for Yakov, wasn’t for Chris, wasn’t even for Russia. Viktor, exposed on the ice. “He skated for himself.”
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I’m currently sitting on the floor of my room sobbing because I just listened to @lordemusic’s pure heroine start to end for the first time in months and. it HURTS, I remember so distinctly all the feelings and memories I wove through each song, from the day it came out, and that album CARRIED me through high school! and now I’m older and the colours and imagery is so much more vivid and mixed with nostalgia it is so good and bittersweet to listen to, and it still wraps me like a blanket but now it feels foreign because I know that I am in such a different space, and the quiet days running the suburban streets late at night are now far behind me… I think, in essence, it now captures how much growing up hurts and I am experiencing growing pains (emotionally)
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Phil had been in the office since six am, leaving Dan all by himself at home with only the internet to keep him company. He’s been curled up under a blanket with his laptop resting in his lap, mindlessly scrolling through tumblr and watching trashy shows on the TV.
It was four pm when his phone chimed, and he couldn’t help but smile when he saw Phil’s name light up on the screen. Typing in the passcode, he waits patiently for Phil’s message to pop up on the screen. His heart jumped in excitement when he read through the words; butterflies brewing in the pit of his stomach.
He quickly stands up and places his laptop on the coffee table, not being able to help the excited squeal that escapes his lips during the short walk to the master bedroom.
He places his phone down and opens Phil’s bedside drawer, pursing his lips as he eyes the various different flavours of lube. He couldn’t decide between Cherry and Pino Colada; a problem he found himself facing various times a week. Usually Phil was here to decide for him; but seeing as he was alone for now, he closes his eyes and grabs a random flavour.
After making himself comfortable on the bed, on all fours and leaning on his elbows so he could reach his arms around to his hole. He squirts a little lube onto his fingers and teases his hole softly; quiet whimpers falling from his lips as he shoves his face into one of the pillows.
Inhaling shakily, Dan pushes a single finger into himself; slow at first but gradually picking up the pace until he was smoothly fucking himself with the single digit.
He moans to himself as he curls his finger a little and hits one of his most sensitive points; hardly able to stop himself from jumping the intense dosage of pleasure. After a minute or two, he sighs to himself and gradually slides in another finger; clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back in pleasure at the almost orgasmic stretch.
Even after two fingers were able to comfortably slide in and out, he still wasn’t satisfied. Phil had asked him to stretch himself, in order to be ready for when he finally got home. And Phil was by no means small, so two fingers just wouldn’t do.
Gulping slightly, Dan braces himself for a moment before allowing a third finger to join the others - parting his lips and widening his eyes in the slightest as he glances over his shoulder and watches his fingers slide in and out, in and out.
At this point his cock was throbbing and it took everything in him not to brush against the bedsheets and bring himself to orgasm. But Phil had rules, and cumming without his permission was one of the main one’s.
So instead, he waited. Slowly fucking his fingers into himself and bracing himself for what was to come.
Oh he so did enjoy it when Phil spent the day at the office.